In the next few minutes, there was only silence in the collapsed hall. Three pairs of eyes were fixed on the metal plate made of a strange material. The words on the metal plate gradually disappeared, and even the metal plate itself slowly melted into the air. It turned into specks of light dust and slid down from Heragol's hand, leaving no trace behind.
Balogel finally could not help but break the silence. "What does the third story mean?"
"When Gwen Cecil visited Tarlonde, 'He' told him two stories, two stories about gods and mortals." Helagol rubbed his fingers as if he could still feel the touch of the metal plate. "'He' said there was a third story, but that story has not happened yet."
Balogel looked into Helagol's eyes. "So do you know what 'He' means?"
"No." Helagol shook his head. "And I still don't understand it. I have spent more than a million years trying to decipher every metaphor, and in the end, I can only understand part of it. Some things … are destined to be beyond our understanding."
"So what do you think about the first few?" Balogel asked again. "These things … are really left by 'He'? Why did 'He' leave these behind? "
Helagol did not answer. He just kept silent and thought for a long time. Finally, he said softly as if talking to himself, "Perhaps … this is the knowledge that 'He' can only tell us after the shackles are broken."
"Obviously, 'He' also wants to tell the human named Gwen Cecil." Andal finally broke the silence. The old Dragons looked back at the golden dragon egg in the center of the hall and said with a complicated tone, "Helagol, you decide what to do."
"… Do it." Helagol was silent for a dozen seconds before he spoke. "After all, Tarlonde's fate has been inextricably linked to the human's trajectory. The turning point of history is closely related to his actions. Perhaps for a long time to come, this connection will continue. 'He' probably foresaw all of this, so he arranged these things in advance."
"Well, since this is your judgment," Balogel said, spreading out his hands. "Anyway, we have decided to return to the mortal world. It's a good start to establish contact with one of the most powerful countries in the human world in this way."
Andal's eyes were still on the dragon egg. He could not help but ask, "Helagol, do you think this dragon egg is safe? Could it be … a sign of some kind of danger returning? "
"Do you still remember the 'first' and 'second' that we saw just now?" Helagol did not answer directly. Instead, he asked Andal a question. The latter thought for a moment and nodded. "Of course I remember. The first one, 'God' is a natural phenomenon, and its essence will never die. The second one, 'God' in the eyes of mortals is just the ripples caused by the interaction between the above natural phenomenon and the 'observer group' of mortals. "
"I believe in these two, so we don't have to worry about this dragon egg," Helagol said slowly. "For Dragons, the gods we know have already left."
"Then what do we do with it? Speaking of which … do you think this egg can be hatched? " Balogel looked at the dragon egg with a strange expression. As a scholar, he did not know which theory to use to face the strange situation in front of him. "Ah, I thought of another question. The message just now said 'Leave everything to Gwen Cecil.' Does this' everything 'include this egg?"
The huge abandoned hall was quiet for a while. After a long time, Helagol's voice sounded a little dull. "… You asked me."
…
The wind from the plains blew across the vast land. Although the breath of winter had not completely left the northern area, there was already a trace of warmth in the wind. From Saint Sunil to outside Pompeii, from the Gorgon River to the Solin area, the fertile land was gradually showing some greenery as the weather warmed up. The blooming of light-colored orchids in the wind was bringing good news to the people of this land.
This long and cold winter was finally over, and the footsteps of the Month of Recovery were approaching the land of the north.
In the Solin area, on the eternal spring green land covered by the giant trees, the plants were as lush as ever.
The 'miracle' power from the giant trees blessed the entire area. In the area covered by the giant trees of Solin, there were actually not very obvious changes in the seasons of spring and winter. Even if the wind from the plains blew into Solin Castle, the breath in the wind would be purified and soaked by the giant trees, becoming consistent with the local environment. But even so, the people living in the Solin area could still feel the changes caused by the arrival of the Month of Recovery on the Holy Spirit Plains. At the edge of the canopy, the wind blew the leaves of light-colored orchids in the wind, and cotton-like grass seeds flew in from the south and landed under the windowsill of the outpost outside Solin Castle.
Andesha Wendell, who had long gray hair, stood in the garden of Solin Castle and took a deep breath of fresh air. She heard the sound of wings flapping from the sky. Looking in the direction of the sound, she happened to see a few beautiful birds with green feathers flying over the edge of the castle's roof, flying in the direction of the Holy Spirit Plains.
These beautiful birds were not the 'local residents' of the giant trees of Solin. They were only here temporarily to avoid the cold winter.
The adaptability of wild animals was always amazing. Now, many animals in this area had adapted to the existence of the giant trees of Solin and treated this mild climate as a sacred place for winter. In the days when the Holy Spirit Plains were covered in snow, countless animals and birds gathered in the canopy above Solin Castle and the bushes at the foot of the castle. When the weather on the plains warmed up, these small animals hurriedly left the shelter and returned to their habitats on the plains.
Andesha's eyes followed the birds until they disappeared into the light at the edge of the canopy. She then took a deep breath and stretched her arms and legs. She picked up a branch from the ground and used it as a practice sword. She began to train like she had done for the past ten years. After a long period of rest and recovery, her movements were a little rusty at first, but after ten minutes, her movements gradually became smoother.
Halfway through her training, footsteps came from nearby. Andesha subconsciously stopped and looked at the corridor at the side of the courtyard. Bart Wendell, who was wearing a researcher's uniform, was standing at the edge of the corridor with a smile on his face. He clapped his hands and praised, "Good, very energetic."
"Father," Andesha lowered the branch in her hand. "Good morning."
"Looks like you've recovered well," Bart Wendell came over. "I thought you would need to lie down for at least a few more days to have this kind of energy."
"Actually, I was able to do it a few days ago," Andesha smiled. She could now smile naturally in front of her father. "I recovered very quickly. The air here seems to be soaked with the breath of life."
"You can remove the word 'seems'. Every inch of the air here is indeed soaked with the breath of life." Bart also smiled. "Solin Castle is the most suitable place in Cecil for recuperation. Just lying in bed here is equivalent to receiving the continuous blessing of rejuvenation. Compared to conventional healing spells and medicines, this slow but comprehensive healing really leaves no hidden injuries."
"Yes, thanks to the breath of life here, I feel that I have fully recovered," Andesha said, looking down at the branch in her hand and shaking her head helplessly. "But after all, the conditions are limited. I can only practice with a branch here … I think General Marguarita will not allow me to touch a sword here."
"Believe me, she did not allow you to touch a sword because of your health. As a person who survived a bombing, it is best not to be too confident in your body," Bart said as he took half a step back and picked up a branch from the ground. "If you feel that this practice is not effective enough, I can accompany you for a few minutes."
Andesha was startled. She looked at the branch in her father's hand with some surprise. After a moment, she said, "Father, are you really going to …"
"Is there a need for such consideration?" Bart moved his wrist to get used to the center of gravity and the length of the branch. "Do you think that I don't know how to wield a sword because I'm wearing a robe?"
"No, that's not what I meant," Andesha shook her head, and then her eyes quickly became serious. She adjusted her position and stood in the posture of a battle. She nodded slightly and said, "Then, I'm honored."
Bart took a step forward.
At this moment, a faded scene appeared in front of his eyes. He saw the family manor in his memory, the courtyard full of blooming yellow flowers, and his young daughter clumsily throwing herself at him. At that time, she was also holding a branch in her hand.
That was the only time in Bard's memory that he had "practiced the sword" with his daughter as a father.
The courtyard was filled with the sound of air being sliced apart and the rhythmic sound of footsteps on the ground. The battle lasted for less than ten minutes. With a crisp sound, the branch in Andesha's hand finally fell to the ground. Without using any supernatural abilities, she was still unable to defeat the former Wolf General in a battle of swordsmanship.
She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have experienced this many years ago as well.
"You won," Andesha looked at the fallen branch in a daze for a moment, and then sighed and shook her head. "It seems that I've wasted a lot of time recuperating …"
"You've done very well." Bard shook his head as he broke free from his distant memories and threw away the branch in his hand. "My experience and skills are better than yours. In fact, a few years ago, I even fought with His Majesty Gawain with pure sword skills. I lasted for a long time in front of a Legendary champion like him and finally managed to escape unscathed. So, it's not shameful that you lost to your own father."
His tone was very indifferent, but he couldn't help but feel a little proud. After all, although there were many details that couldn't be described in detail, being able to fight a legendary hero like Gawain Cecil for a short period of time and escape unscathed was an amazing feat. Such a feat would be difficult to replicate in the world. Anyone with a normal sense of honor would be able to brag about it for the rest of their lives.
But Bart was a reserved and well-mannered person, so he decided to only brag about it for the rest of his life. This showed the strong self-control of the former generation's wolf general.
Andesha was very surprised after hearing her father's words, and even a little skeptical. "Really? You … actually fought with that pioneer? And you escaped unscathed? "
Bart briefly recalled the details of being knocked out of the wall, receiving a grenade in his face, and running with a broken arm. He then coughed softly and said, "Ahem, it's true."
After all, the grenade was thrown by Byron after that. When he escaped from the castle, his limbs were still intact. From a rigorous mathematical point of view, he could be considered to have escaped unscathed.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." Bart shook his head, and his gaze fell on Andesha's face. Her hair fell to the side of her cheeks, and under the scattered hair on her forehead, there was a greyish white eye patch. "Compared to your lack of swordsmanship, the thing that really affected you is your eye. I have discussed a treatment plan with Madam Bertilla. We will use the new regeneration technology to heal your eye."
Andesha subconsciously touched the eye that she lost in the battle. There was no longer any pain, but when she touched it, she could still feel the illusory burning and stabbing pain.
After a short silence, she smiled and said, "Alright, then I'll look forward to it."
"I thought you would refuse, just like last time." Bart looked at Andesha with a little surprise. "You don't mind the regeneration technology and the entanglement between you and Cecil?"
"Like you said, these are all minor details." Andesha shook her head. "Times have changed, and many things have changed. Stubbornness is not a virtue, and I should learn to be flexible."
Bart looked at his daughter's eyes and finally sighed in relief. He smiled from the bottom of his heart. "This is a great growth."
"I have been an adult for a long time, father. But you speak as if you are talking to a child who has not passed her adulthood ceremony." Andesha looked at Bart helplessly. Then she suddenly fell silent as if she thought of something. After two or three seconds, she spoke in a low voice. "The peace negotiations will be held soon, right?"
Bart was a little surprised. "How did you know?"
"… Father, there are newspapers and magic network broadcasts everywhere here." Andesha was even more helpless. "Where do you think I usually live? A cave isolated from the world? "
"Oh, you're right." Bard rubbed his nose awkwardly and cleared his throat. "Ahem, we're indeed going to negotiate, but strictly speaking, it's going to be a 'meeting' to redefine the order. The armistice agreement and the initial peace negotiations have been completed by the generals at the border as early as last month. We are now preparing for the international conference to be held at Elven Outpost 112. "
"The difference to me is limited," Andesha said. "Father, I can't stay here for long, right?"
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